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House hunting
Apr. 23rd, 2015 12:17 pmThe events of the past few weeks had left Jamie uneasy; an uneasiness compounded by his knowledge that these events had happened to many. So much about this place was strange to him, as strange as when Claire had first told him of her own journey through time and of the future. It was not a feeling that he liked, especially not when they had a babe on the way.
At the stables there had been talk about a farmhouse that the owner had seemingly abandoned, along with the animals. Jamie queried the men that he worked with, discovering what he could about the house. It was outside of the city and large enough for a family. But getting to and fro would not be any great task, alleviating one worry. He did not want to alienate his wife, nor leave her without friends nor occupation. But as she grew larger Jamie worried more about his ability to protect her in this place, especially living so stacked upon one another.
He broached the topic with her before making an appointment with the agent, pleased that he had not done so in the other order. Assuming things about Claire oft led to arguments, and in this he wanted her agreement and not simply acquiescence. The house was available, yes, and whilst the rents for it were more than the rooms they lived in now, it was an expense they both thought they could afford. He had told the agent not to worry about the goats and chickens that lived in the yard, as he knew their value and was comforted by the familiar presence of the animals.
“Do you care for it?” He stood between the kitchen and the front rooms, looking down at the worn wood floors. They needed polish but were good floors; solid and handsome. The structure was a strong one, and though he preferred stone to wood, he could find little, if any, fault. “If no’, we can try and find another.”
At the stables there had been talk about a farmhouse that the owner had seemingly abandoned, along with the animals. Jamie queried the men that he worked with, discovering what he could about the house. It was outside of the city and large enough for a family. But getting to and fro would not be any great task, alleviating one worry. He did not want to alienate his wife, nor leave her without friends nor occupation. But as she grew larger Jamie worried more about his ability to protect her in this place, especially living so stacked upon one another.
He broached the topic with her before making an appointment with the agent, pleased that he had not done so in the other order. Assuming things about Claire oft led to arguments, and in this he wanted her agreement and not simply acquiescence. The house was available, yes, and whilst the rents for it were more than the rooms they lived in now, it was an expense they both thought they could afford. He had told the agent not to worry about the goats and chickens that lived in the yard, as he knew their value and was comforted by the familiar presence of the animals.
“Do you care for it?” He stood between the kitchen and the front rooms, looking down at the worn wood floors. They needed polish but were good floors; solid and handsome. The structure was a strong one, and though he preferred stone to wood, he could find little, if any, fault. “If no’, we can try and find another.”
[[Ultrasounds and explorations]]
Jan. 18th, 2015 12:49 pmJamie had left it to Claire to find the Doctor. She was the one who better understood this time, even if it was still far from her own. She was also the nurse, something he had begin to understand in this place. There were tools and machines involved in what she did that were unlike any he had known in his own time. But to see the people in Darrow about, hale and healthy at all ages with all of their teeth and not cramped and crippled as they grew old made him believe in what seemed very much like magic.
He had grumbled about the breeks that she wore that day, insisting that it was not seemly for any other man to be able to ogle her bottom the way that they did. It was an argument they had many mornings before, and likely would have again. It was also a fight that Claire always won, wearing what she wished out of their rooms each day. Today he had draped his plaid across her shoulders as they walked, and she had sighed and allowed it. Jamie knew he was being humoured, but did not care.
The waiting room was just that; a room where they waited. Impatient, Jamie paced back and forth, before giving in to Claire's requests and sitting nervously on a seat next to her. He had bowed to local custom and worn a loose pair of breeks himself today, beneath the plaid he had purchased here using most of his money for the month. He picked at the hem as if he was a child, finally settling back to read a magazine that outlined various shenanigans that had taken place over the New Year. How it was news, he was unsure, but he read anyway, pointing out to Claire the things he could not believe women (and men) wore.
His biggest surprise came whent he doctor called them. Both of them. Jamie had looked to Claire, confused. Surely he would wait here and she would tell him the news of the visit after? Apparently not. He followed into the examination room and waited as Claire was settled on a bed, staring at the contraptions that surrounded them. "Is this needed?"
He had grumbled about the breeks that she wore that day, insisting that it was not seemly for any other man to be able to ogle her bottom the way that they did. It was an argument they had many mornings before, and likely would have again. It was also a fight that Claire always won, wearing what she wished out of their rooms each day. Today he had draped his plaid across her shoulders as they walked, and she had sighed and allowed it. Jamie knew he was being humoured, but did not care.
The waiting room was just that; a room where they waited. Impatient, Jamie paced back and forth, before giving in to Claire's requests and sitting nervously on a seat next to her. He had bowed to local custom and worn a loose pair of breeks himself today, beneath the plaid he had purchased here using most of his money for the month. He picked at the hem as if he was a child, finally settling back to read a magazine that outlined various shenanigans that had taken place over the New Year. How it was news, he was unsure, but he read anyway, pointing out to Claire the things he could not believe women (and men) wore.
His biggest surprise came whent he doctor called them. Both of them. Jamie had looked to Claire, confused. Surely he would wait here and she would tell him the news of the visit after? Apparently not. He followed into the examination room and waited as Claire was settled on a bed, staring at the contraptions that surrounded them. "Is this needed?"
[[For Claire - Post Debut]]
Dec. 15th, 2014 08:13 amWhatever it was that might be happening to him, Jamie was sure of one thing; he stunk worse than a pigs wallow left alone for weeks. A month had passed since his last visit to Lallybroch and he was worse the wear for it. Unshaven, unwashed, and unused to human company. Yet he had to bear that last in order to get answers about this place, answers that were not satisfactory. The only explanation was that he had somehow come upon some stones, that the same magic that had brought Claire to his time had brought him to one more like hers.
But not hers, from all he had been told. The change had been more than 200 years, nearer on 300. And this place, whilst it was many things, was certainly not any Scotland that he could ever imagine.
He had the packet in his hand and the hares still over his shoulder that had been meant for Jenny's pot. Finding the bed he had been given and washing were his first priorities. In the morning, he could consider again what needed to be done, and how he could get home to Scotland and Lallybroch.
Keys, it seemed, were not much different at least. A small relief, he thought as the lock turned for him and the door opened. The rooms were a surprise, bright and clean and sharp and so very unlike anything else he has known.
Jamie stood in the door, unused to everything that was before him. It was solitude he had become accustomed to, and the faint sound of someone moving within the rooms made him stay still. A servant? An intruder? He could not fathom either, and was too tired to be gentle about it, pulling the knife we wore in case he might need it.
"Whoever you are, you would do well to show yourself."
But not hers, from all he had been told. The change had been more than 200 years, nearer on 300. And this place, whilst it was many things, was certainly not any Scotland that he could ever imagine.
He had the packet in his hand and the hares still over his shoulder that had been meant for Jenny's pot. Finding the bed he had been given and washing were his first priorities. In the morning, he could consider again what needed to be done, and how he could get home to Scotland and Lallybroch.
Keys, it seemed, were not much different at least. A small relief, he thought as the lock turned for him and the door opened. The rooms were a surprise, bright and clean and sharp and so very unlike anything else he has known.
Jamie stood in the door, unused to everything that was before him. It was solitude he had become accustomed to, and the faint sound of someone moving within the rooms made him stay still. A servant? An intruder? He could not fathom either, and was too tired to be gentle about it, pulling the knife we wore in case he might need it.
"Whoever you are, you would do well to show yourself."
